Hidden in the Hifarae Hills are all that remains of the proud race of the Sileni. Taimon of the Harmony wears nothing but a sash and some flowered vines, and clutches his pan-flute in six-fingered hands.
I tried to impart what is supposed to be the jovial nature of Gaudiguch, or what it once was, onto this phoenix. The long, fluffy feathers of the tail are meant to be evocative of flowing flames.
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